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Juliet Walsh šŸŒ™

Juliet Walsh šŸŒ™

ā€˜Great things come from small beginnings’ 🌱

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Juliet Walsh šŸŒ™

Juliet Walsh šŸŒ™

ā€˜Great things come from small beginnings’ 🌱

53
Writings
53
Followers
34
Following
Remnants Of Me

Juliet Walsh šŸŒ™

1 min read

Why do some people ask if you’re ok

Then turn on their heels when you say you’re not great

It makes you feel like it’s all in your head

Or that they really don’t care, they’re not really friends


So mostly I lie & say everything’s fine

But the turmoil is real that boils in my mind

The weight of the burden I constantly hide

Crushes and withers the woman inside


But I still carry on, though someti...

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Life Lessons From Death (My Angel)

Juliet Walsh šŸŒ™

1 min read

A Robin spoke to me in my dreams last night

It told me to be strong and to continue to fight

To be kind to myself and to others around me

To appreciate this life, and strive to be healthy


A rainbow appeared through the rain clouds today

A spectacle of colours on a backdrop of grey

Through the sun and the rain it majestically unfurled

With a sprinkle of both we can light up our world


A feather...

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Not One Person…

Juliet Walsh šŸŒ™

1 min read

Not one person noticed the pain in his eyes

Not one person cared as they hurried on by

Not one person stopped to see if he was ok

No one could know his fear and dismay


Never before had he felt so alone

No friends to comfort, the street now his home

No warmth of a fire, or a kindly hug

No evening meal, he just had no luck


Not one person saw the rags on the floor

Not one person paused, they chos...

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My Heart Bleeds Purple

Juliet Walsh šŸŒ™

1 min read

My heart bled for you again today

In a haze of purple it billowed

Out towards the sky, across the fields

Swirling through the clouds

Unstoppable in it’s pain

While I stood and watched

Sheathed by my umbrella

And a tear rolled down my cheek

If sadness were a colour

It would be purple ā˜‚ļøšŸ’œ...

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Freedom - Like Feathers In A Breeze

Juliet Walsh šŸŒ™

1 min read

She has no shame or hint of guilt

As she dances through her field of death

Macabre in her carefree sway

Swathed in her cursed black dress


She treads a path of murdered souls

Shrouded heavily in tangled lace

A satanic lacy mask of death

Caresses the darkened evil face


But beneath that calm composure

And the blackened heart within

She yearns to break the shackles

That bind the eternity of sin


So ...

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The Stalactites In My Soul

Juliet Walsh šŸŒ™

1 min read

Time stopped for me that November day

But the world carried on instead

While little shards of delicate ice

Filled the void inside my head


The weeks have passed and I’ve tried to find

The warmth to thaw my mind

But the cold and emptiness persist

While I’ve cried and cried and cried


A multitude of paths I’ve walked

To try and find my way

But promised trails soon turn to dust

So I retreat to where ...

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I Am An Alchemist

Juliet Walsh šŸŒ™

1 min read

My river of joy no longer flows so easily

Like before, when it nurtured my soul

So abundantly with rivulets of hope

Now it ebbs & wanes, receding with pain

Of loss, and shattered dreams

Leaving an empty, hollow bed of nothing


Cocooned in grief I will emerge again

More glorious and colourful than before

Rapids and waterfalls, creating a path

To run richly, sparkling through my veins

A transform...

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Busy, Busy, Bees Of Purpose

Juliet Walsh šŸŒ™

1 min read

Busy, busy, bees of purpose

Buzzing, vibrant through the city

A pulsing, swarm of jumbled people

Through streets of life, so bold and pretty


Hurry, hurry, through the whirlwind

A throng of gusty leaves disperse

Blown from trains and city transport

Across urban orchards and into work


Happy, happy, waves of crowds

A tsunami through the aisles

Floods a surge of eager shoppers

As they descend upon ...

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Avaricious Is My Grief

Juliet Walsh šŸŒ™

1 min read

Avaricious is my grief

A tumbling torrent of emotions

Grabbing greedily within

Till I am drained and empty


Intangible is my grief

It hides inside, fooling onlookers

Indifferent to my sorrow

ā€˜Chin up, Life carries on’


Beautiful is my grief

A whole spectrum of colours

Creating a rainbow softly across my heart

Grief is my enemy, grief is my friend....

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A Comparison Of Roots

Juliet Walsh šŸŒ™

1 min read

Reptilian shoots emerge from Satan’s husk and

Ominously plant firm in his ungodly garden, their

Odourous roots bracing a malignant blossom, adorned with

Tendrils, an evil writhing mass of snakes which

Slither, outwards to infect and wither the world with darkness.


Radiating, they flourish kindly from a tiny seed, an

Oasis of roots, sweetly nurtured by fertile soils, their

Opalescent petals bloomi...

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